Free The Bucklin Wolves Next Generation: Return by Jessica Ryan

this woman. Was this the kind of person that Sokolov Enterprises employed? To this point he hadn’t really cared about anything except the money, but he wasn’t sure he wanted these people wandering around his town and interacting with his people. The protective alpha instinct he’d tried to squash for so long was finally scratching its way to the surface.
    “The security team found something,” Ms. Wilson said, turning her attention back to Seth. “I saw your motorcycle, so I came to get you.”
    As he stood there staring at the intruder, his ears began to pick up on something—something they should have been picking up on from inside the house. Was a woman this much of a distraction? Did having a mate really dull your senses this much? He knew the answer to his question. His wolf had been so consumed by its animal instinct and he by his lustful desires that his other senses had dulled. It wasn’t until Ms. Wilson had pointed it out that he’d begun to detect the sound of gunfire and men shouting several houses down. They were trying to use suppressors, but those never silenced a gun completely.
    “My god,” Seth said, springing into action as soon as his senses returned. He sprang off the porch past Ms. Wilson and began to run towards one of the houses down the street. His nose had kicked into high gear now and he could smell the gunpowder in the air. He vaguely heard Maribel and Ms. Wilson shouting for him to slow down and wait for them, but there was no time for that.
    The security team was shooting at something in his town. The agreement he had signed had given them carte blanche to do something like this, but he still didn’t like this kind of wild firefight occurring without his knowledge.
    The house in question stood still and dark. The gunfire was emanating from the back yard, which was surrounded by an eight-foot wooden fence. Seth sprang from one foot, clearing the fence completely, and landing in the back yard behind three men led by Jacko who were firing into the alley behind the house.
    “Stop this!” Seth screamed, but the gunfire continued.
    Finally, after his subsequent commands were ignored, he walked over to the closest man and grabbed the barrel of his handgun, forcing it towards the ground. The man turned in protest, a foul word beginning to originate in his throat. Seth chose instead to head-butt him as hard as possible in the nose. The sound of the man’s nose breaking rang through the yard almost as loudly as the gunfire.
    The man never got a chance to get his curse out of his mouth. His eyes rolled back and he hit the ground. He’d had it coming, Seth decided. This was Seth’s town, no matter what Jacko thought, and he wasn’t going to allow them to put so many people at risk by indiscriminately firing in a residential area.
    “Hold your fire, goddammit!” Jacko screamed at the other two. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
    “Stopping you before one of my citizens is killed in your insane crossfire. You tell me what the hell you think you’re doing!”
    “My job!” Jacko shot back, bowing up to Seth. He was at least a foot shorter than Seth, but that didn’t stop him from getting right up in Seth’s business. “You signed the security agreement. We were attacked, goddammit. I was defending us.”
    “Your agreement didn’t say a damn thing about turning my town into a warzone. Whatever you’re shooting at obviously isn’t there anymore, yet you’re still firing. Do you really think you can take the combined force of Bucklin? Because that’s what you’d have to do if your Rambo horseshit killed one of my people.”
    “I’m not scared of any wolf,” Jacko said with a smile that sent a chill down Seth’s back, a sensation no man had ever made him feel before. “Bring them on.”
    “That’s not why we’re here!” Ms. Wilson shouted. She and Maribel had come through the gate and entered the back yard, finding Seth and Jacko ready to throw down. “We